Tuesday 17 December 2019

For S.

.......lived by the sea.

You are drinking a dead man’s whisky ; i don’t think this is wise.

He gave his life to the river’s cold embrace, pockets weighted down with rocks ; i don’t know why his whisky is in our cupboard.

I know why you are drinking it, and i don’t think it is wise.

Yes, at first it numbs but then your anger rises.

How far ?

What next ?

He took his time before he took his life.

Don’t wait before you decide to start living.

The pain will subside with each sunrise.

Try to avoid her eyes.

 formerly published in The Archives.

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